“What?” Zachary frowned. “Robbie saw his mother?”
“No,” Bruce answered firmly. “I blocked his sight. He shouldn’t have seen Ms. Lindberg.”
“Shouldn’t have?” Zachary growled.
“I’m sorry for my incompetence.” Bruce was frustrated, but he didn’t defend himself.
“Calm down, Mr. Nacht,” Ben advised him. “You can’t hide it forever. Ms. Lindberg is still going to make a public appearance on the South Sea territorial waters project’s opening day. Even if the people from Southridge and Northridge aren’t seeing one another right now, they’d know she’s back on that day.”
Zachary frowned after hearing the explanation. “When’s the opening?”
“Thirteenth next month,” Ben answered hastily. “It’s already twenty-ninth today.”
“So we have sixteen days to work with.” Zachary tapped the armrest of his leather chair, then he told Bruce, “Call Cynthia. If she’s holding up, tell her to have dinner with me tonight.”
“Huh?” Bruce was startled by the request, but he quickly answered, “Right away, Sir. Give me a minute.”
Zachary ended the call, but he didn’t look relaxed. In fact, he was tense. I have to get Henry back to M Nation, or I’ll get held back.
“Don’t worry. There are about two weeks before that. We’ll settle this before then,” Ben calmed him down.
At the same time, Ben called back, “Ms. Blackwood isn’t feeling well. She declined your invitation.”
Zachary was surprised to hear that. He thought Cynthia would accept the invitation no matter what, but he never expected her to say no. “I see.” Zachary hung up.
“Ms. Blackwood sustained quite a serious injury. I saw her yesterday, and she couldn’t even get out of bed. Going out for a meal seems unrealistic for now,” Ben explained.
“We’ll talk about this later. For now, let’s settle some business.”
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